Paris - Montréal

Paris - Montréal is a French song, sung by the Metrockan band Les Cowboys Fringants. It was released within the band's 12th music album "Que Du Vent (That wind)" in 2011, and the album reached number 1 in Metrockan Music Charts during the week of 14 - 20 November 2011.

The song represented Metrocka in Maia Song Contest 1. That was Metrocka's debut entry in the contest. At first, the song was not confirmed by Maia Broadcasting Union due to breaking the rule of obligatory music video. Then the Metrocka HD department released a preview video for the song which let it be accepted. The preview video can be found here.

In the Grand Final, the song received 26 points in total and ended up in 21st position out of 24 entries.

Received Points
Metrocka received 26 points in total and ended 21st position out of 24 entries at the end.

Lyrics
Woh, Oh, Oh, Oh... Woh, Oh, Oh, Oh...

Tu m'écris, il pleut à Montréal Tu me dis, dis que je t'ai fait du mal Je te lis, il neige à Paris Le monde tourne à l'envers ces temps ci

Je sais qu'j'suis parti en coup d'vent Et que ça ne t'a pas plu Que je n'ai pas pris le temps Le temps de te dire salut

Mais les amours sont mortes C'est trop tard, j'ai franchi la porte Et toi tu pleurs comme une madeleine Et moi je suis triste comme les pierres

Je sais, je t'ai fait de la peine Mais y a pas de bonnes manières Pour se dire Adieu Ça se passe jamais comme on veut

Woh, Oh, Oh, Oh...

Tu m'écris, il pleut à Montréal Je te lis, il neige à Paris

Tu m'écris, il pleut à Montréal Et tu dis, dis que je t'ai fait du mal Je te lis, il neige à Paris Je ne dormirai pas cette nuit.

Woh, Oh, Oh, Oh... Woh, Oh, Oh, Oh...

Il pleut à Montréal Il neige à Paris Il pleut à Montréal

Translation
Woh, Oh, Oh, Oh... Woh, Oh, Oh, Oh...

You write to me, it's raining in Montreal You tell me, tell me that I have hurt you I'm reading your letter, it's snowing in Paris The world turns in the wrong direction nowadays

I know, I know I left with a gush of wind And that you didn't like it That I didn't take the time To tell you hello/goodbye

But all my loves are dead It's too late, I've passed through the door And you're crying your eyes out And I'm down in the dumps

I know, I've hurt you But there are no good manners When it comes to saying "farewell" It never happens as we'd like it to

Woh, Oh, Oh, Oh...

You write to me, it's raining in Montreal I'm reading your letter, it's snowing in Paris

You write to me, it's raining in Montreal And you tell me, tell me that I've hurt you I'm reading your letter, it's snowing in Paris I won't sleep tonight

Woh, Oh, Oh, Oh... Woh, Oh, Oh, Oh...

It's raining in Montreal It's snowing in Paris It's raining in Montreal